too much complementing.
too little responsibility.


slipping into an orientation once occupied.
yet overcome by strangeness.
clumsy, awkward, foreign.
didnt ease into it like i expected.
the seat has lost its warmth.


anti-Freudians who propose that we should all not consider his theories because they cannot be validated and portray humans in a negative, primitive light are, to say the least, deluded.
so because we cannot prove the explicit content of the unconscious, it is considered baseless.
and because we dont want to imagine ourselves as fearful, anxious, hedonic, impulsive, immoral or anything remotely close to traits that are deemed inconceivable to have in society today, it is denied.
such blarney.


heuristics.
an interesting side thought.


and now its alright, its okay
and you may look the other way
we can try to understand
the New York Times' effect on man.

perfection at 10:38 PM